Ch 1 [Betrayed and Forgotten]

Voices echoed through Trevor's head. "I am sure we can get there in time." Mark's voice said with confidence. "I'm not sure about this, Mark." Trevor's voice replied. "We have a machete and a katana right here. Which do you want?" Mark's voice asked. A sigh came and Trevor's voice responded "I'll take the machete…" The voices just faded away.

Trevor lay on the ground where he was left abandoned. "That was two days ago… Two damn days ago… I wonder if he made it…" He just said to himself as he laid there with everything still black.

More voices and sounds echoed through his head again. "Wait, you hear that? I hear a lot of footsteps. They're running… Closer…" Trevor's voice became quiet. The screech from two days ago echoed through his head. "Raaaagggghhhh!!!" As soon as Trevor heard this noise he was screaming himself. "Ahhhhh!!!!!! Get it off! It's trying to tear at me!" Trevor's screaming and the being screeching mixed together in his head. "I'm sorry Trevor…" Mark's voice said before he left. "Mark!" Trevor's voice yelled out before fading away with the rest of the voices and noises.

The whole world started coming back to Trevor. He could see the sky forming above him and light coming through the clouds. Trevor held his shoulder in pain. "Damn thing must've scratched me there… Wonder where it went. More importantly, why did the horde of zombies not attack me?" Trevor said to himself as he got himself off the ground. He looked around at the area and saw very few zombies still lingering about. He felt fearful, still not knowing what happened. He ran and tried to get where he originally heading for, Liberty Mall.

The whole mall parking lot was empty of people and only had tents, trucks, buses, and fences. Nothing was moving but some pieces of trash that were flying around and the sides of the tents.

Trevor walked through the parking lot, looking around for a sign of life. "They must be inside…" Trevor said as he walked for the building in front of him. He approached the glass door and saw his reflection. "Damn, I am pretty messed up." He said before opening the doors and walking inside. There were hundreds of people standing in a group, waiting for something. Some of the conversations that people were making with each other abruptly ended once Trevor entered the mall. Those people that saw the beaten and bloody person enter the mall just stopped talking and stared at him and he walked towards them. People would just back up from him as he walked closer towards the group. "Why are they all staring at me?" Trevor said to himself as he looked back at them. "Mark?" He saw a familiar figure in the crowd and his confusion turned into excitement. "Mark! You made it! That means they are still evacuating!" he said as he was overjoyed to see his best friend.

Mark paused as he heard this familiar voice from behind him. "Wait a minute… You're here? I thought you died…" Mark turned around to see what had happened to his friend. Shock overwhelmed him. "You're bitten… You're one of them! If you're here, that means the other will find us!" Mark yelled as he backed up with the rest of the crowd.

Trevor became confused. "What are you talking about? It's me, Trevor! You and I were supposed to escape together! Come on! Do you not see that it is me?" Trevor said as he took a step closer to Mark.

"Get the hell away from us!" Mark yelled as he pulled out his katana and held the tip an inch from Trevor's face. "I don't want to do it, just back away!" he yelled while getting ready to swing the blade.

"Mark! It's me! Your best friend! I need you to help me, not kill me!" He took another step closer but was abruptly stopped by two guards in yellow suits.

"Don't worry, people. We will take care of this person" one of the guards said to calm down the crowd.

The other guard said "Please, put your weapon away. We will handle the situation. Just calm down and continue to your evacuation zones." He and the other guard turned around and grabbed Trevor by the wrists and dragged him away. "Wait! Where are you taking me? Mark, help me!" Trevor screamed while trying to free himself.

Trevor was dragged outside and into a tent. Waiting there were five people, each wearing masks over their mouths and goggles over their eyes. Trevor was thrown onto a bed that was sitting in the middle of the tent. "What the hell is going on?" He said while looking at each of the men.

"Just relax. We're here to help you." The elderly scientist said to calm Trevor down.

"We are working with CEDA to find a cure. Once we do, we can get you out of here and walking with the rest of the uninfected." a younger scientist said to Trevor.

"We could not find any other people who were in their earlier stages of the infection." An elderly doctor came up and said.

"If-- once we find a cure and get you back to normal we can make immunity vaccines and end this nightmare." The female scientist said.

A doctor came up to Trevor with a mask that attached to a machine. "Just breathe in the air deeply, relax, and let your mind rest. In your current condition you will need it." He placed the mask over Trevor's mouth and injected him with a syringe.

Trevor felt nervous about this but just started feeling tired. The air in the mask just made him lay his head back and everything went black.

"Are you sure that we can find a cure with this kid?" The younger scientist asked the rest of his colleagues.

"There is a 50/50 chance that we can. All we can do is try and hope that we will." The elderly doctor said.

"Do you think that anesthetic will last him very long? He is infected, the effects might be different." The female scientist asked the younger doctor with worry.

The younger doctor replied "I also injected him with a really strong and concentrated sedative. There's nothing to worry about as long as we can experiment without any struggle from him." He said with confidence backing up his statement.

"He's right. That's enough talking. Let's get to work…" The elderly scientist said, ending the conversation.

Each of the scientists grabbed syringes and sterilized them. They brought up a table of tools and began their work…